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Angel smashes the hotel lobby door open, his clothes slightly torn from a not so pleasant night. Walking in he almost trips over Niffty as she runs right in front of him. He’s tired, so damn tired. He just flops onto one of the sofas in the lobby, not even having the energy for anything else.
He hears the others around him but elects to just ignore it all, head buried in the sofa. To tired. Then there’s a cling of porcelain on the table. Is someone drinking coffee? Turning his head so he can get a grasp of what’s going on he sees a cup of tea on the table. It doesn’t seem to belong to anyone. Did- Did someone make that for him? Husk? No, he wouldn’t really make tea, right? Charlie? Maybe, though, maybe it’s not really for him at all?
Then he sees Niffty, she’s holding a sugar bowl and creamer. Oh. It’s her tea. Geez, why did he have to assume that someone would make tea for him? He doesn’t even like tea. Still didn’t stop the nagging feeling of no one cares that I had a rough day. Ugh. He goes back to burying his head in the sofa.
“How much sugar?” Niffty asks. Huh? Does she want him to decide her sugar intake or something?
“Leave me alone.” Angle answers not really caring how he comes across.
“No sugar then, how about milk?”
“Why are you-” He turns to face her, but instead the teacup takes his vision. She’s holding it out for him, with the creamer in her other hand, ready to pour. Oh. Adjusting himself so that he’s actually sitting on the sofa he quietly takes the cup. “Thank you,” he tells softly. Thank you. He takes a sip of the tea. It’s not to his liking, but he’s not really one for tea.
“Do you feel better?”
“Um, could maybe use some sugar?” Maybe the sweet taste could overpower everything? He doesn’t really want to tell her he didn’t like it, because he did. Well, rather, he liked the gesture and knowing people care.
Wait. That’s not what she asked. She didn’t ask about how it tasted. She-
“It’s supposed to make me feel better?” Angle asked bewildered, and right as he did, he realized how dumb it sounded. Of course, it’s to make him feel better, duh. Man, he must be more tired than he thought.
On the other hand, Niffty didn’t really seem to mind the questing as she answered. “Yeah, it’s to help against your fatigue,” while adding some sugar to the tea. “How’s that?”
“Huh.” He didn’t really have anything to add as he took the tea back and gave it a taste. Too sweet. “Yeah, think that’s enough sugar.”
He stared into the cup. “Thanks, Niffty.” He told with a soft smile.